I'm a writer.
I write things.
But only for an hour a day because I'm also a stay-at-home mom.
To a toddler.
Gmail me at ccr002
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Outside I am wash-and-go hair and flip-flops. I am Old Navy T-shirts. I am Joni Mitchell’s “Chelsea Morning”.
Inside I am Beck’s “Timebomb”. I am Goldfrapp’s “Strict Machine”. I am a quiet storm waiting, and I go on and on forever.
And sometimes, they meet, the inner and outer me. Sometimes I press my knees together and close my eyes and I rock with their communion. In those moments, I am both a death and a rebirth. I am feathers from ashes.
I am new again.
And I know I taste like joy.